VENUS has lit her silver lamp Low in the purple West, Casting a soft and mellow light Upon the sea's full breast; In one clear path -- as if to guide Some pale, wayfaring guest. Far out, far out the restless bar Starts from a troubled sleep, Where, roaring through the narrow straits, The meeting waters leap; But still that shining pathway leads Across the lonely deep. When I sail out the narrow straits Where unknown dangers be, And cross the troubled, moaning bar To the mysterious sea, Dear God, wilt thou not set a lamp Low in the West for me? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE MEMORY OF INEZ MILHOLLAND by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE HERETIC: 4. HUMILITY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE QUESTION ANSWER'D by WILLIAM BLAKE EPISTLE TO WILLIAM SIMPSON OF OCHILTREE by ROBERT BURNS CORRESPONDENCES; HEXAMETERS AND PENTAMETERS by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH PROPERZIA ROSSI by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS |